2030 Quidditch World Cup/Merchandise Stand

Get your merchandise here! Hats, scarves, trading cards-- they're all here, and all for your favorite team! If you're lucky, maybe you'll catch a glimpse of your favorite player as you hand over your coins for one of those omniculars!

He walks into the merchandise store, distraught. The loss affects him badly, like it does most quidditch players. It's so bad, he has two cigarettes lit in his mouth. Alan puffs away, creating a huge plum of smoke coming from the Argentina section, where he feels like crying because a figurine of him is holding the cup.

He looks up, instantly recognizing Beth. How could he not, if she had just been throwing balls at his goal. "I wish we'd won," he moans, words muffled slightly by his cigarettes. "Good game though...." Alan tries to recall her name. "Is it Larsen?" One of his cigarettes fall out and he fumbles to catch it.

Rhoyce: Basically, Things Happened

"I...have one in my tent," he said, wincing as he thought about it. Honestly, he wanted to just scream at the woman...to demand that she stopped playing games with him. After swooping up some more merchandise, he had looked back at her, a bit of a helpless and concerned look in his eyes despite the small smile tugging at his lips. "Ah, yours must've been pretty interesting then?"

Rehna looked on innocently. Even though she did look strikingly similar to Boyce's long lost s/o, there was a nagging difference in their demeanor. One just couldn't put a finger on what made it so. "Yes. Very." There was no stopping the grimace that contorted even her eyes. "Stephan accidentally bought an elephant off eBay."

"Yep." Rehna internally groaned at the memory. Why she had asked. Stephan had complained that he wanted a "cool shower." In fairness, the fiasco had ended without a tussle. That couldn't be said for the rest of her days. "Sometimes I feel like he takes things less seriously because I'm not his biological mom."